Judge — January 4, 1890 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE PUBLISHED ONCE A WEEK. Publisher == Wa J. Anni. Art Department ~ ” Bexwitaxh Greta itor . - M. Grecony. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS. One copy, one year, or 2 numbers = $s.on One copy, six months, or 26 numbers - "2.30 One copy: forty weeks 135 Including the Cunistas Juoce, FOREIGN SUBSCRIPTIONS—To alt for ‘ign countries in the postal union, $6 a year. THE JupGE PuBLISHING Company (Jupcr Buitpin Cor. Fifth Ave. and 16th St, New York. $2 We guarantec American satirical pa| The Juven ts for 490 Strand, London dvertisers a larger circulation at cheaper rates than any other ir published. le at Brenta 7 Avenue de COpera, Paris, and at Brentano's, picnics in Turkey are held in cemeteries if the picnic ice-cream is of the kind used here. certainly convenient 6% SOMEBODY SAYS that nobody now living will ever date a letter without using the figure nine. Curious enough; but then nobody now living will abstain from eating, drinking, or sleeping as regular habits as long as he lives. SENATOR CALL wants to consult Spain as to the advisability of this country adopting Cuba. The Cubans fought seven years for their lib- erty, and there was the opportunity for adoption without consulting Spain. Per- haps, however, the diplomatic way is the best, provided meanwhile the Cubans are not robbed and starved to death. A JUSTICE in Witkesbarre, Pa flogged a wife-beater in court the other day. He was fair enough to give the wife-beater a chance to de- fend himself, but the wretch was not able to cope with him in strength or science. The wife-beater will get_no sympathy; but if the law has respect for itself a higher court will sit down upon that justice with great weight and velocity. A FALLEN STAR. EW SOUTH loses much of its progress and its best ambition in the death of Henry W. Grady. He was a born orator and a sincere, able, honest man, He led southern senti- ment as no other man could or can, Two years ago he was unknown, and one morning he arose to the fact that ° he was known to the whole world, He was too foung to die. The south and the world needed him too much, Who is there to take his place? Not one. for humanity all around.” EIGHTY-NINE. GROVER BOOMS DAVID. R. CLEVELAND spoke right out for the civil-service-reform law in his speech at Boston. Most people believe in reform, but very few believe in that abominable law. It is true that D. B. Hill believes in no reform whatever, but in view of Grover’s speech we beg to tender him congratulations. He is more likely to get the Democratic nomination for president—and of course to be whipped out of his boots—than any other man, AN ILL-TIMED SHOW. [8 4 TOUR down south an “ Uncle Tom's Cabin company was mob- bed, the infuriated populace shouting, “That play sha’n’t be played on the day before the burial of Jeff. Dz A paper says, “ With the death of Mr. Davis that cruel war is over.” Ab, well, let us hope it is. Let us at least hope that the black man and the traveling players will be permitted to carn enough to keep soul and body together. If there really can’t be peace let us‘have a flag of truce for a few hours. EVIDENCE FOR THE STATE. EVELAND,” s firm an advocate of reform as Hil ‘That is very severe on Cleveland. Since it was written the Albany 7ymes, which is as Democratic as the Siw s the Albany Argus, “is WHY WE ARE PLEASED. —"* Well, good-bye, old year ; you've been a pretty tough one —"'1 know it; and if it hadn't been for your mean- ness in laughing so I could have made it much worse for everybody.” m and the New York 7imes, and has recently been made state paper, says that vast sums of money were raised to elect Cleveland in 1884. and that Cleveland knew of it and winked at it, knowing very well that the money would be used to buy votes. That is very rough on Hill as well as Cleveland; and unless those Democrats “get together” on a common platform of pretension and hypocrisy there will be confessing enough to ruin the entire party. "NINETY. LOODS, continuous rain, great fires, great cyclones, great scandals, great railroad and great other disasters, including a number of most disgusting Democratic victories, have made up the larger portion of the year just gone. Let us have an absence of these things this year and all may yet be well for those who survive. This country has four new stars in its banner, and the lower part of the continent has a new re- public. That is progress worthy of all acceptance, and may the terri- tory involved have as much more as it can manage during the next twelve months. Your Uncle Samuel is prosperous notwithstanding his losses, and good luck to every one who wears his colors. FREE- TRADE CREDULITY. HE DEMOCRATIC devotees of the English policy seem to be bitten only on the free-trade side. The British “rabies” of nourishing a commercial marine by subsidies they seem to be “ Pasteurized” against. The half-madness is the more dangerous malady, as the greater (if it be such) would be a corrective, if not an antidote. Nothing could more de- light the island mastiff than the one- sided sort of insanity so wholly for its benefit and the reflex abhorrence of subsidies that is equally so. ‘The Cobden syndicate knew well what it was about when it lured the fag and hungry end of the Democratic party with the dazzling seduction of big boodle for a cheap plant. Democ- racy thought it was getting the best of it, and with a self-wise wink, that had the glint of a moral burglary in it, traded its birthright, and also the tardy but productive goose, for a golden eg, in hand—an egg, too, that the pur- chaser by manufacturing adroitness had previously purloined from the nest for payment. Talk about hayseed credulity! This is more stupid than mortgaging a farm for a condemned and worthless patent-right. Yet of such is some of the bone and sinew of the land, and still more the unthinking scrapings of the city streets. The Anglo-Saxon jonary is at his old tricks, as when he beguiled the Hindoo to part with the lands of the Ganges for rolls of gaudy cloth, the red man his robes of fur for a jack-knife, the African tusks of ivory in exchange for a string of beads. It is absurd to think that the proposition for our national betterment is bottomed on philanthropy. Does any one even of our self-conscious nd assertive people try to transmute his hard-earned bread and butter to coin to pay for proselyting the people of Europe to a republican faith? We are perfectly willing they shall learn its value by the inexpen- sive exhibition of our example. Even the best Christians of us, self- sacrificing perhaps, and solicitous for the future welfare of our kind, in some way hope to fit closer and bind stronger the rounds of the ladder for climbing to heaven. It is understood that our generous welcome and the lavish courtesy extended to the representatives of our south-continental neighbors is something of a hypodermic for responsi \dness, a seed-sowing for a material harvest. Would the Union League bank its flowers and flow its vintage for the unpromising monarch of Timbuctoo, or Mr. Blaine parade and pilot the king of the Cannibal islands ? We strive for wider markets, and for what? To increase our income and employ to profit our surplus and ever-increasing labor. True states- manship is but the broader foresight that provides in advance for that restless force now tottering to its feet, but which will soon be here, to strive in’ healthy strength or trample in unemployed revenge. Sreat Britain is not to blame if we are willing to put ourselves in her ds to mop the island floor. It is, however, amusing, and yet sad, comicbooks.com